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(    *   & .   —   THE  HAUNTING  OF  HILL  HOUSE  SENTENCE  STARTERS. / accepting

@vindictar​​ asked: ‘  you  are  a  looker ,  aren’t  you ?  ’ (FROM HENNESSY LMAO)

"——Uhm, thank you?” It starts automatically with politeness, a hint of uncertainty with his eyebrow raised.  “But I have a boyfriend,”  As he says this, his accent becomes apparent, his drawl failing to sand off the edges to his vowels. “Wait." His eyebrows furrowed. 

TO ALL THE BOYS STARTERS !

    before piper, it was common for people to underestimate children of aphrodite. they weren't blessed with incredible strength or amazing skills at weaponry. none of them could make crops grow or die, or summon any of the elements with a flick of their wrists.

    that didn't change the fact that love is still one of the oldest forces in the world, one of the most powerful.

    it's easy to forget, of course. love means so many different things, gets diluted so many different ways over the years. anything can start as a primordial force, unwavering, unyielding, all-encompassing, but if you use it every day, apply it to small things, wrong things, the definition gets twisted.

    part of being a child of aphrodite is seeing where real love is in people. how strong it is, how sincere, how long it will last. and seeing how it's been abused, manipulated, scarred.

    they're already close -- physical distance is a myth between him and luke these days -- so it's easy for finn to place his palm flat on luke's chest, directly over his heart. warmth seeps through the orange camp shirt but finn feels more than that. he's never tried to put the feeling into words before, being able to sense love in someone, but in luke the disaster almost makes it easier to describe.

    luke's love is the last time a child sees their pet before they turn up dead the next day. luke's love is running and running and being able to see the end goal but never getting any closer, tearing your lungs apart in the process. luke's love is a closed door with light underneath it and the sound of violence and rain behind it. luke's love is cupping your palm over a candle to keep it from being blown out and having the flame blister your hand over and over and over. luke's love is returning to your childhood home and never being able to leave.

He’d been at USC for a week, keeping to himself and trying to learn the rules. It was incredibly disorientating not to know what people expected of him. He distrusted the smiles that were flashed his way and the gentle words the people here used. But it had been a week of this... kindness. So long as he did as they asked.

Jean sat at the kitchen table with some of the various papers he’d been handed when he’d arrived. Things they needed from him. It was easy enough to fill in the planner with the courses he’d already taken. Ravens almost all took the same courses. But he came to a halt when he saw the sheer amount of classes he was supposed to pick from for the remainder of his degree and for his schedule for the year. His knee bounces a little under the table; his wrapped left wrist subject to rising and falling with the movements where it rests.

   @vindictar​ ( laura )  𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃  :    ❛  i’m  fine.  i  can  walk  on  my  own.  ❜            ⮩  ** misc  angst  sentence  starters. 

❝ POSSUMS ... are those the ones with the stripy tails ? or the ones that have venomous piss ? ❞